She stood up and flushed the toilet. Emily walked over, “my turn,” she said as Megan stepped out of the way. Emily turned around and slowly brough... her sore ass down on the seat, she felt a small amount of pain from the contact, but she ignored it. She closed her legs and moved her hands onto her thighs. She started pushing and felt the pee build in her pussy. With one more firm push the pee began spilling out of her and into the cold water below. Megan had now made it to the sink. She bent. Pussy cream dribbled from her throbbing cunt and greased her chair seat. She squeezed her thighs together rhythmically, working her swollen muff-lips against each other."You cook really good, Sis," Skip said. "You cook almost as good as you look." All I did was press a few buttons," Jenny said."And unbutton a few buttons," Skip said, eyeing her tits as he chewed his food. "Yummy!"As they ate, their toes started meeting under the table and soon they were playing footsie in earnest and Jenny. A few minutes later, after he'd been to the toilet where he more than likely wanked himself hard again, he was striding back towards the trolley and his seat.This time he was even more daring and, as he maneuvered round, he held his position behind her and briefly dry humped her. His hands moved smoothly up from her hips to cup the older ladies large and ample bosom. He supported them in his hands rubbing both palms slowly over where John could only assume her nipples were. Time could have been. .. working on ... ehh ... a ... watch! Yeah, working on a watch." "Oh, I'm pretty good with things like that, you know rebuilding old watches is a hobby of mine. Would you like me to take a crack at it?" "Uhh ... No ... I've got to do this ... you know me, never back down from a challenge, ha ha ... practice makes perfect ... maybe if I keep trying I'll be half as good as you someday ... ha ha ... thanks anyway!" "Yep, that's my Min. Never ask for help." Her voice sobered and she looked into.